National intelligence & the invasion of England...

Rather, I must report that this is the last of my learned opinion on this blog which will be hammered out in the nipping, eager Scottish air. At least for the foreseeable future. This weekend, I’m upping sticks, stowing canvass and rumbling my wagon south to embark on another phase of scholarly labour, based en Angleterre. While bodily ex patria, the wonders of the technological world and its capacity to collapse conceptual space means that the information streams which keep me informed will continue to the babble in the same tenor, largely uninterrupted by my move. Along the same lines as I presume the inimitable J. Arthur MacNumpty gets by, I’ll still receive national intelligence in dispatches and continue to hoot and guffaw in response. Obviously, I’ll be without the blood-and-bones proximity to events – so I’ll be relying on you lot to keep me in order and furnished with a sense of the public mood which an electronic Herald cannot convey.

While my carts are trundling through tidy English villages and mowing down careful English vicars, there’ll be a wholesale bloggus interuptus here. Hopefully I’ll revivify soonish! Wish me luck!

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LPWHope to see more blog missives from you before too long.Good luck with the move.I have been down here for quite some time. The locals are mostly friendly - helps if you marry a local lass.The UK state apparatus is still firmly in place so you should feel right at home.

“I think of him more of a long nosed, elegantly coiffed Afghan pawing through his leather bound library whilst disdainfully inhaling a puddle of Armagnac in an immense crystal snifter. If he can also lift his leg over his shoulder and lick his balls...” ~ Conan the Librarian™

“... the erudite and loquacious Peat Worrier who never knowingly avoids a prolix circumlocution.” ~Love and Garbage

“My initial mind picture was of a scanty bikini'd individual wallowing in a bath tub of peat. However I've since learned to warm to him, and like peat he's slow to draw but quick to heat...” ~Crinkly & Ragged Arsed Philosophers

Definition: "to worry peat" v.

"Peat worrying" is the little known or understood process for the extraction of cultural peat, practised primarily in the Lowlands of Scotland by aspirant urban rustics. Primary implements by means of which successful "worrying" is achieved include the traditional oxter-flaughter but also the sharp-edged kailyard and the innovative skirlie stramasher.